Vanilla after Supper Time

by Michelle Lasley

Michelle Lasley is a mother, wife in Pacific Northwest learning to balance green dreams with budget realities.

July 2, 2011

St. Patrick's Day 2011

Image by alexis22578 via Flickr

Supper Time

Let’s start with Supper Time first. Namely, dinner because I have always loathed the term “supper” except if in reference to the last, where it doesn’t bother me at all. Kind of how I stopped saying “Pop” and switched to “Soda” once my twenties set in.

Last night, at dinner, we had homemade egg biscuit sandwiches. Levi helped make the biscuits, and insisted, as he has lately, on making the “carrot” biscuits at the end. He loves playing with the dough. We doubled our batch (and accidentally quadrupled the salt since I didn’t consult the recipe book while throwing ingredients into the bowl), so after we cut out an appropriate number of biscuits, I let him play with the rest of the dough. We ended up with four carrots.

While we were eating, Levi refused to eat his eggs. This, for me, is one of those tricky “balance” points. I don’t want to instill bad overeating habits, but I want him to try everything especially the things he’s previously liked. I do not want to raise a picky eater. So in the midst of this cajoling to get Levi to eat… he threw, THREW, a piece of the egg (a little on the brown side) on the floor.

There are just some things I don’t tolerate as a parent. Not well, certainly. I always hear echoes of my mother’s voice when some of these things occur. Like deliberately throwing food on the floor because he didn’t want to eat it. I think Peter and I both shouted, at once, “Levi!” So a timeout was had. When the timer beeped, I got Levi out of timeout.

“Levi, do you know why mommy and daddy put you in timeout?”

Levi responded, “Because I threw the crap on the floor.”

I couldn’t help it. I giggled. Slowly at first, but soon bordering uncontrollable fits. How’s that for a disciplinary moment?


After dinner, I had to make or start my vanilla extract. It was more than a year ago when I made my first batch. This time, I purchased my vanilla beans from Mt. Rose Herbs. They are divine in shape, size, texture, and scent. I ordered 4 ounces, one quarter of a pound and received thirty six vanilla beans. That’s enough for six quarts of vanilla extract. Given three quarts requires about a three quarters of a gallon of vodka, the rest will have to wait. They, do, however, look beautiful. See yesterday’s post for images.

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